When you're forced to think about something tragic, it can instantly bring it all back in an instant.
I'm trying to write a short story about Sadie's NICU stay, what happened to our family, what happened to me. It's not about me though, It's about Sadie and what I couldn't give her. The guilt I don't think will ever leave my soul. The part of my heart that knows something is missing.
I hope I can do this without it seeming completely trite. I love my Sadie. I think I might have to look back at some old blogs for "inspiration" if you want to call it that.
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